Happy Little Mayor

Wang Bo also has the troubles of Mundo, and as the mayor, he is even more troubled in this regard.

Even though there are a lot of residents in the town of Sunset, there is still a shortage of professional talents, such as plumbers, electricians, and car mechanics.

Why has he been working hard to improve the reputation and living comfort of Sunset Town? Still not to attract such talent? Then he found that he had gone the wrong way before.

The propaganda offensive in Sunset Town is not fierce, and there are not many people who like the town. However, there is very little talent migration. The reason is that the entire New Zealand village is lacking these talents.

As for the city? People who adapt to urban life will only come to the countryside for vacation, not to settle in the countryside!

After all, this is a small country, after all, there are too few talents.

After hearing Mundo's words, he had a new idea. Why not contact the New Zealand government and let them think of a way for the sunset town when they immigrated?

It sounds like an idea, but Pharaoh thinks it is totally feasible. Lao Tzu is a taxpayer and Sunset Town is a big taxpayer. How can a New Zealand township pay taxes? Is it right to accept some preferential policies?

With the introduction of new ideas, Pharaoh smiled contentedly.

But soon he couldn't laugh. The hotel did not allow dogs to enter. The boss explained: "We need to receive many customers. Some people are allergic to dog hair. Some people are afraid of dogs, especially this large-scale dog I don't think I can allow you to enter. "

In New Zealand, bargaining is not very easy. Especially in the countryside, people are still very honest. No matter what they do in business, what they say is the reserve price.

However, the reserve price is not immutable.

Mundo wants to go up with the boss, the Pharaoh waved his hand to stop, and then sang out loudly to the strong man: "Sit down."

The strong girl sat down with a big tongue.

Wang Bo raised his hand, "Stand up, dear."

The strong man immediately stood up, swinging his tail cheerfully.

"Shake hands with this gentleman, well, say hello to him, say hello."

The strong man immediately lifted up a big stout paw and made a soft cry: "Wang, Wangwang!"

"What would you do if this gentleman didn't allow you to stay with me?" Pharaoh crouched down and instinctively rubbed his forehead with his forehead.

This is a bit inscrutable, and the strong man can't understand it.

But Pharaoh had a way. He would face his boss back, so he stretched his fingers and dipped a little saliva in the corner of his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ding understood in a blink of an eye, and then worked hard to brew his emotions, widening his eyes, curling his nose and looking at the boss pitifully.

But not crying, it's too difficult for it.

The boss has relented. Who in the township has never raised a dog?

New Zealand culture, but there are dog lovers, everyone is a dog lovers, who would abuse if the dog in a public place or eating dog meat, that was hit was accused of being light, being sued is sentenced to a fine of eight children of .

The boss reluctantly shook the claws of the young man and said, "Okay, okay, handsome, I allow you to enter, but you can't scare others, you are a big man."

He reached out and touched the strong man's neck, his expression kind.

Wang Bo ordered a business room with a lot of space, similar to the presidential suite, but with poorer decoration.

After leaving the castle to sleep, I always felt a little uncomfortable. The strong man seemed to be the same. He closed his eyes for a while, then climbed to the bed and stared at the pharaoh.

Pharaoh vigorously kissed on his forehead: "Sleep, this is good night kiss."

"Ah, how do you talk! Ah, kiss me!" The little parrot yelled around his neck.

No way, Pharaoh had to give it a good night kiss.

In the middle of the night, Li Lili's voice sounded, Wang Bo's sleep quality was not bad after he fell asleep, he opened his eyes and looked out, he turned and hugged the strong man and fell asleep again.

Opening his eyes in the morning, and the sound of Zhe Lili, he looked out and found that it was raining.

"It's ghostly weather." He mumbled and sat up.

The little parrot stretched its wings and made a lazy posture, and also opened its mouth and said, "Ah, the horse riding ghost weather!"

"Can Nima stop swearing!" Pharaoh hated the iron and nodded his head.

The little parrot was carried into the quilt by him, and he struggled to get up and shouted, "Ah, Nima taught it! Ah, Nima doesn't start!"

Pharaoh was stung by these words, and said stupidly: "Well, we won't swear anymore."

He has the habit of running in the morning, and the blond boss greeted him when he went out: "Hey man, I just passed by your door and heard that there seemed to be a voice inside you?"

Pharaoh was too lazy to explain, "Oh, how about calling?"

When he saw that he was about to go out, the boss kindly gave him an umbrella: "Hold the umbrella, this ghost weather, it seems it snowed a few days ago, it seems that it is raining now!"

A voice immediately rang out of his pocket: "Ah, the horse rider!"

Wang Bo really wanted to gag the parrot.

In the surprised look of the boss, he took the parrot out of his pocket, threw it into the rain outside, and walked in with his own umbrella.

The little parrot flew back and murmured dissatisfied on his shoulder: "Ah, there is so much water! Ah, wet hair!"

Wang Bo thought about it, and thought it was more dirty than swear words, and then he gave the parrot a brain collapse ...

Heading north from the villa hotel, an ancient street full of European style appeared. The smell of toast permeated the street. The strong man licked his tongue and it was hungry.

Wang Bo found a bakery and bought two loaves of bread. They were freshly baked and sprayed incense softly. He handed one to the strong man, tore a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Next to the bakery is a European-style ham shop. This kind of ham is different from Chinese ones. It does not need to be steamed and fried, so you can eat it raw.

The shop is full of a variety of pig hind legs. The texture is clear and kept clean. Appearance is appetizing.

The boss is a white woman with arms about the same thickness as Wang Bo's thighs. He is very friendly. When he sees Pharaoh, he smiles and asks: "A tourist?"

Wang Bo shook his head and laughed: "Farmer."

The white woman made an exaggerated surprise expression: "I didn't know that a new farmer had arrived in the town. Come and eat something? Spanish ham? French ham? Munich ham?"

As she said, she cut a thin piece with a knife and let Wang Bo taste it.

Wang Bo ate a piece, looked up at the price, and the white woman pointed at the brightest one: "Spanish black pig ham, this is the most expensive, five hundred dollars a pound, but this is the best."

"It's so expensive?" He wondered, and the best stag tendon meat in the sunset ranch could sell for that price.

This is the first time he has seen pork products at such a price in New Zealand! (To be continued.)